The days pass, and I find myself retracing the paths we've crossed, hoping to feel that spark again. Every glance, every fleeting smile becomes etched in my memory, a reminder of the connection I yearn for. You move through the world with such grace, unaware of the storm of emotions you stir within me.
It's not just the way you smile or the way you tilt your head when you listen—it's the quiet moments when our eyes meet, and the world around us fades away. In those fleeting seconds, I feel as though we're the only two people in existence, bound by a connection deeper than words.
Talking to you feels effortless, as if we exist in our own private world. Every word you speak resonates, every smile you give lingers. There's an ease between us, a comfort that makes me feel alive. But jealousy creeps in sometimes—when I see you laugh with someone else or when your attention shifts, even briefly. It's not distrust; it's the fear of losing the space I've carved for you in my heart.
Perhaps my role is to watch from the shadows, to write about you, and to cherish the moments we share. Maybe that's enough, even if it leaves me longing for more.